The Smash roster suddenly realize how naked they are.

Rosalina’s nipples are rock-hard from their dip in the cold water, and her meticulously trimmed bush is barely distant from the mayor’s mischievous gaze. Another giggle comes out of Villager when the Keeper of the Comet Observatory slaps both hands over her smaller-than-average private parts.

Humiliating as her current situation is, Rosalina takes another look at the pile of bathing suits Villager collected in hopes of finding cover. But the sight of stolen trunks only makes her blush redder.

“Oh no…” the platinum blonde whispers to her embarrassed self when she realizes there are exactly as many swimsuits in Villager’s collection as there are Smashers who entered the water. Everyone in the ocean had been stripped butt-naked by the mischievous mayor. Rosalina might want to warn the many, many other people swimming about their impending exposure, but she’s too embarrassed by her own nudity to make a peep; hands squeezed against her modest breasts and between her thighs in the classic ENF pose as she kneels in place on the pier.

Marth and Wii Fit Trainer are the first to leave the water, kissing the other’s cheeks while shoulder-to-shoulder in an affectionate cuddle. And as the lovey-dovey couple walks into the shoreline, every smasher barbecuing on the beach is treated to the sight of Wilma’s jiggly, snow white breasts, and her boyfriend’s teeny-tiny, shrunken, fun-sized mini-dick; both the lady and gentleman’s abs dripping with chilly ocean water in front of their entire friend group.

The sight makes Bayonetta and Mario drop their food— Mr.Videogame so he can cover his eyes, and Ms.ILoveStrippingAndSpankingAndHumiliatingHotPeople so she can stick a couple fingers into her plump lips for the biggest, loudest wolf-whistle ever. Cutting through the awestruck silence, Bayonetta’s wordless cheer pierces the air, finally bringing the nude hotties’ attention down to their humiliating wardrobe… or lack thereof.

With a mortified shriek, Marth and Wii Fit Trainer slap their hands over the other’s exposed naughty bits, each half of the happy couple suddenly blushing hard enough to feel faint. Luckily for them, Samus chooses that moment to exit the water and laugh at their mortifying misfortune. That sounds like it’s making matters worse, but the important thing is the blonde bounty hunter’s own nudity. Samus’s plentiful mammaries bounce in rhythm with her mean spirited giggles until a slap across her taut ass makes her realizes she’s in her birthday suit, not her swimsuit, and absolutely not her Varia suit. Joker chortles at the loud squawking sound his blonde spanking victim makes upon this discovery.

Ms.Aran peers down to see her stiff, pink nipples standing proud in the salty breeze, and steals Trainer’s hand from over Marth’s dick, revealing his shriveled little cock and balls to cover her tits with the other girl’s white hand. A crimson-faced Marth takes his hand back from over the yoga instructor’s breasts to hide his shame again, but then Wii Fit Trainer takes Samus’ hand to cover her marshmallow-white funbags, and soon the switching up of who’s covering whom devolves into complete chaos when Joker spanks Samus really, really hard again.